We can't let the robots write all the poems

We can’t let the robots write all the poems.

What was I saying just one minute ago?

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Oh, yes.

I don’t want reincarnation to be real

(because facts, and figures).

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The notion of eternity

Started keeping me up all night

When I was eight.

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I don’t want reincarnation to be real.

(But of courses of courses of horses of courses, of course,

It is.

It’s the onlinest thing of all.)

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We know then we forget then forget that we know that we forgot.

But we know.

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I don’t want eternity to exist.

Forever exists, then the heart will go on,

Bodies, too. All the horror.

Too much muchness, being an eternal being.

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(Drink me dry,

But don’t let me wake a vampire.)

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{Cheaky, you}

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The ever isn’tist of an end.

The never notness of the self.

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I don’t think I’ve ever said a single thing.

Done a single thing.

I just look around, aghast.

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